Never Too Late: Five Hargreeves

Chapter Seven

Five's P.O.V.

The room was full of silence after Luther handed back the notebook. "I can't believe this. I broke her heart, and I sent her down a dark spiral," Luther muffled into giant hands. "Luther, it's not your fault. We had no idea of what she was capable of doing to herself," Vanya said as she walked over to him and gently rubbed his arm. Diego let out a loud sigh, and laid back on one of the large pillows, and looked up at the ceiling.

"There's more, guys. Luther's not the only one. We all did something to her," I said, feeling a weight being put on my shoulders. "Come on, Five! You know she's lying about this! We never did anything to her. She just needed someone to blame for her own problems!" Diego yelled, throwing one of his knives at one of the nearby paintings. "What is going on in here? It's 4 in the morning, and all of you are awake!" Pogo said, entering the living room.

"Sorry if we woke you up, Pogo. Five had something that he needed to show us. It's about Anna," Allison explained as he took a seat by the fireplace. "Well, what is it?" He asked. I handed him the notebook and explained to him about the entry that Anna made about Luther and my thoughts that this was some twisted suicide note. "I don't think you guys should be reading something like this so soon after Anna's death. You should at least give it a few days," Pogo said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Well, we have to get closure about Anna if we're going to understand why she did what she did," Vanya spoke up.

Pogo let out a small sigh and asked us if we were sure that this was a good idea, and we all nodded in agreement. Luther explained what Anna had written about him, and we began to wonder who was going to be next, who Anna was going to call out for wronging her.

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Welcome back. I'm so glad you decided to continue reading my story. I imagine it must be hard for you to read this, to be confronted with the things you did that hurt me. Like I said before, you may be asking yourselves, "Why did Anna do this? What events led her to do it?" The first event may not seem like a big deal to you, but it was a big deal to me. But, the events only get worse from here on out.

Well, if we're going to continue this story, I might as well mention the person who betrayed me, the person who I thought was my first guy friend after I got my heart broken. Diego Hargreeves, it's your turn now.

"Oh Jesus, what the hell did I do? I didn't do anything to her!" Diego sighed. "Diego, the only way to know what you did is to continue reading," I said as I handed him the journal. Reluctantly, he took it, and we all looked at him as he began to read his exposé.

Diego, knowing you, you're going to try to deny everything that I say. Maybe you'll never understand what you did to me, but I can make you understand how it felt. A few days after Luther had rejected my affections, I couldn't get myself out of bed. I couldn't get my feet to move. And if I did manage to get out of bed. I couldn't eat without having to look up and see Luther or the cold eyes of our father glaring at me. That day, I felt sick to my stomach and ran towards the bathroom despite father's protests that I hadn't been excused.

As I emptied the contents of my stomach, I heard father continue to protest, and when I looked up, I saw that you had followed me and were holding my hair back as I continued to throw up. "Are you okay?" you asked. I looked at you, and immediately I burst into tears, and you wrapped your arms around me. We sat there on that bathroom floor for a while, and when my sobs had grown quiet, you asked me what was wrong. Nobody had ever asked me what was wrong with me before, Diego.

They would usually leave me alone. Or tell me to snap out of it and get on with things. But not you, what made you feel bad for me, Diego? Was it when you saw me throw up? Was it when you saw me crying? There has to be an answer. Too bad you'll never get to tell me what it was, but maybe if I see you in hell, you can give me the answer there.

"OOH! YOU'RE GOING TO HELL DIEGO!" Klaus shouted at the top of his lungs. "You want to shut up before I pin you against that wall?" Diego growled while clenching his teeth. Klaus stopped at looked down at the ground and, sighed like a depressed dog. "So, everything that she has talked about so far happened when we were kids. How does she remember all of this? I don't even remember half of the things from when we were younger," Allison asked.

"Well, Anna claims that she can't forget the things we did, so whatever we did must have been traumatic for her," I explained. "Traumatic my ass," Diego muttered under his breath.

But never mind about that. When I stopped crying, you asked me what was wrong, and when you said that, it felt like a release for me, and it felt like I could trust you and that you wouldn't judge me for my crushed heart. "I had feelings for Luther, and he rejected me a few nights ago," I quivered. You pulled me closer to you, and I felt you run your fingers through my hair. "It's okay, your going to be okay," you whispered.

Father called out to us to come back, and we went back to the dining room where everyone was staring at us, including Luther. I wanted to cry right then and there, but you gently squeezed my hand and whispered that everything would be fine. I actually believed you, and I thought that I would be able to get through it. Over the next few days, you checked in on me and asked how I was doing. And at night, you would check in on me, and we would talk before father came to tuck us in at night.

Now, you all may be wondering, "When did he do you wrong?" Well, the answer is, While I was trying to recover from my heartbreak, I started to starve myself. The pain was so overwhelming, I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating, but it's the truth. That day at breakfast, I could hardly eat anything, and father scolded me for it. As much as I wanted to eat, I couldn't lift my hands and reach my food.

I looked up at you, and you had a small smile on your face. I thought that you were silently telling me that everything was going to be okay. And even though there was a no talking rule at the table, I thought you would try to stand up to father, but instead, you took the time to laugh and ridicule me. "Come on, Anna. Don't you know how to pick up a fork? Your not a baby, are you?" Everyone at the table looked over at me and started laughing at your insult.

I thought you were better than that, Diego. I called you a friend, but you decided to try to be a big shot in front of the others. And what satisfaction did you get from that, Diego? Did you like seeing my pain? Did you like seeing tears form in my eyes? I wonder, Diego. I wonder.

"Again, this was from when we were kids!" Luther sighed. I remembered that day all too well. I was the only one at the table who had the common courtesy not to laugh. I'll admit, Diego has always been an asshole. And what he said to Anna was a very shitty thing to say to someone. "I was only joking around. She should've taken it as a joke!" Diego protested as he handed me the notebook. "Well, joke or not, that was still horrible to say!" Vanya shook her head in disbelief.

Jesus, Anna. Why did you have to do this?